She stepped away and walked to the kitchen. When she walked back in, she had a tissue in her hand, I held up my finger to her as I was on the phone.�...Yes, Jack, please. As soon as possible, is that the fastest? Okay, well I’ll see you then.”I turned to Lisa, “That was Jack, one of my locksmiths. He’ll be around tonight.”We both heard the tooting of the horn. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, “Not even the courtesy to walk to the door? Or just wanted to try to humiliate me?”“I asked him to. She had to do it and she had to do it soon; this evening. She could not go on bottling it up. She thought about how she was going to do it but realised that much would depend on Steven's reactions and indeed her own emotions. She was getting nowhere.She went to the bathroom and washed her face. She returned to her room and brushed her hair until it shone. She felt a bit better and, taking a deep breath, headed downstairs. Steven was in the sitting room reading the Sunday papers. He looked up. It was now reaching half way down myback.Mother noticed my startled look and gleefully smiled. "The miracle ofhair extensions my dear, just until your own hair grows longer."After primping and preening my new crown of glory my mother led me tonot another chair but a door. On entering I immediately recognised it asbeing a walk in wardrobe. It was brimming to the full with garments,shoes and accessories. A little girls dream you might say.I was attracted to the plethora of denim skirts while also. So on my first day here, I was hard by the time I got my clothes off and saw Mom naked for the first time. She's got big jugs, like I said.Now, there are ways to control that, and I know about them now, but I didn't then. So Mom just let me jack off whenever I pleased. It was like that pretty much for the first few months I was coming here. Get hard, jack off, play with the others, get hard again, jack off. You can do that here. It's perfectly normal. I was jacking off seven or eight times a.